In this college town <br />three girls of Spring are fresh bread <br />brown before the noon of May. <br /> <br />In pink and yellow frocks, <br />with hair unfurling in the breeze, <br />they laugh and glisten in the sun <br /> <br />and like good daughters wave <br />to the old professor on a bench <br />who's waiting for the end of day. <br /> <br />He waves back and smiles his best, <br />knowing girls like these, once close, <br />now wander many miles away.<br /><br />Donal Mahoney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-girls-of-spring/
